5 x 7 watercolor
Most of you who follow my blog know that I write as well as paint, and yesterday I finally did something that I've been dreaming about doing my whole life. I finished my novel. I've started about twenty and I have one other novel that's nearly finished, but this one is the first fully completed book that I've ever written.
I was ecstatic. I felt completely triumphant that I set a goal and then saw it through to the end. It was a good feeling.
And then, about an hour later, I received a phone call telling me that a friend of mine had been killed in a car accident.
Suddenly, things like novel writing and art making seemed of such little importance.
I looked around my house, still in shock that she was actually gone, and saw my family all safe and healthy in my home within arms reach of a hug, or kiss, or a whispered 'I love you.'
And I gained some perspective. A new realization that life is precious and we have no guarantees that the people we love will be around for us to tell them, or show them how we feel one more time.
It's so easy to go through life thinking it will never change, that the people we love will always be around.
But that isn't true, things always change.
Since last night, I've been hugging my family closer to me, trying to imprint in my brain everything I never want to forget about them, trying to live without regrets. Letting them know that they are my life, showing them that I am so thankful that they are mine, and that they are still here.
10 x 14 watercolor
"We often take for granted the very people who most deserve our gratitude. Let us not wait until it is too late for us to express that gratitude. . . The loss of loved ones almost inevitably brings some regrets to our hearts. Let's minimize such feelings as much as humanly possible by frequently expressing our love and gratitude to them. We never know how soon it will be too late."
Thomas S. Monson